Sweden, I always remember the sound of our laughter

I have written about a trip to Sweden that I took with my friend in two previous blogs, and it was/is meant to be a four part series. Since our Sweden trip was so full of laughter and funny happenings, I thought it would be a good idea to write the third piece as 2020 draws to a close. Because everyone can do with a good laugh as this year ends. I know that I certainly do.

After a hilarious start to our Sweden trip, by almost getting into the wrong train, we finally reached our hotel. This trip was meant to be a treat of sorts for the both of us, as we were close to saying good bye to our thirties and launching ourselves into the dreaded ’40s club’.

Our hotel seemed to be perfect. It was only a short walking distance away from the Mariatorget Metro station and right across it, was a beautiful park. It was also just a small walk away from all the destinations we wanted to visit, and all around us were the vibrant shops of the district of Södermalm.

We checked in at the reception and headed to our room.

It was tiny, but perfect, I thought.

“Mind if I use the washroom first,” my friend D asked as we put our suitcases away.

“Of course not, D,” I said, “I will use it too after you are done with it.”

So D went to the bathroom in our room, and she came out in a fraction of a second.

“You are done so quickly,” I ask, putting aside the Lonely Planet’s Guide to Stockholm.

“There’s a problem, Prerna,” and she looked genuinely perplexed.

I follow her to the bathroom and it takes me about a minute to register what the problem was.

The layout was pretty straightforward, with no space to waste. When you enter the bathroom, there’s a commode, and a washbasin and facing the commode is the door to the shower area or shower cabin.

But a wall in the shower cabin, a wall that you can also see while you are using the commode is made of glass. You can see through that wall right in to the room and when you are in the room, you can see through it as well and see everything inside. Like everything.

“What is this, D,” I ask, aghast. “How is one supposed to pee or shower in privacy?”

“That’s is precisely what I am thinking,” says D.

“You think, it is like a couple thing? Like this room is rented out to couples, who may, err, like to see each other bathe?” I say incredulously, my eyes widening as if I was transported to a planet in a strange, new galaxy.

“Oh gosh,” says D, her face all flushed, “now that you say it, this is what it could be! What do we do?”

“But D, hold on, it doesn’t all make sense. We have got a twin-bed room with two single beds. So it’s pretty clear we aren’t a couple and plus it’s not just the shower that is visible…” I didn’t complete the sentence, too embarrassed to spell it all out.

“Yes!,” she said, switching from one leg to another. “You have a point there.”

“You really need to use the washroom, don’t you?” I said, my eyes following her twitching.

“Yes,” she said in a small voice. “I really do need to go.”

“Well, you know what? Till we figure this out, I am going to go to the foyer and grab a coffee and you use the bathroom and we will take turns?” I said quickly, and grabbed the keys to our room.

“Perfect,” said D and I ran out of the room and to the coffee machine in the foyer. (Coffee or fika as they call it in Sweden, was available for free at the coffee machine in our hotel lobby. And it was quite good as well. Free, good coffee!)

I made myself a cup and took my time. Then, I tortoise-paced myself back to our room and knocked.

“Oh yes, come in, P.”

I let myself in, and she walked out. I used the washroom.

After that, we both grabbed our coffees and thought of calling the reception. But we felt incredibly shy and stupid.

So we thought, let’s figure this out. There must be something we could do to use the bathroom in privacy and peace.

We went in and gave it all a good look. And after about five minutes, we spotted it!

There was a kind of a curtain, a sliding one, that was fastened to the ceiling of the shower area. If you pulled it down, it did the trick! You could bathe and use the washroom in privacy!

We came out of the bathroom, both of us holding on to our tummies, because we were laughing so hard.

“I am so glad, we did not call the reception,” I said, between my laughs.

“Me too,” said D, “we would have appeared very weird.”

“But D, why have that see-through glass in the first place?” I asked.

“Well, maybe for friends with benefits,” she replied. “Or for guests to have a good laugh? Or perhaps this is a Swedish bathroom feature that we aren’t aware of?”

And we laughed again, not knowing, we were soon to laugh some more…

This trip to Sweden, was never short on laughs – the sort of ones that we still remember, and love to reminisce about.

Read about part 1 and part 2 of the Sweden series here.

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